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Rise Again to the Surface, part 2. - RebirthMyxine was sitting on the Cliffside terrace with the other saltwives. The fish girl sat in the middle of them on comfortable cushions, clad in white and sand-colored silks, barefoot, and a crown of braided seaweed in a twisting band of driftwood holding her hair. The wind was blowing from the bay and the white curtains flew in the air. Occasionally sprays of seawater flew in as well and clung to their skin even though the Cliffside terrace was the highest point of all the Greenwater Bay area.
Myxine was the youngest of the saltwives, admitted into the order only two months earlier. She was glad that she had been chosen to join the wise saltwives, because now she could attend to the preparing of her best friend to adulthood.
There were having some problems with that, though. The fish girl had proved a tricky problem even to the conjoined wits of all saltwives. It seemed that certain rules had to be broken for her in order for her to ever become a woman grown on the fisher folk's standar
Fragmented Thoughts Chapter 21 Part 1 (Reader)Things are dull and slow as the chilly winter air blows in, which makes you nervous. The lack of excitement usually means something is brewing, and you hate waiting to find out what it is.
Thanksgiving wasn't celebrated in the Stark Tower. Most of the workers went home, but all you and the others receive is the gentle greeting of JARVIS in the morning, saying "Good morning, ma'am, and happy thanksgiving."
It's hardly a happy thanksgiving to you. As much as you enjoy the company of the others on the team (some more than others), you miss your family. You haven't seen them in months, since the incident at school back in August. At first, you figured that since you haven't heard of or from them, that they must be alright, but now you're worried.
"JARVIS," you stare into the mirror in your bathroom, soundless but thoughtful until now.
His voice is calm as he asks, "how may I help you?"
You bite your lip as you consider the question. "Where is my family? Have they tried to contact me?"
Fragmented Thoughts Chapter 29 (ReaderxLoki)You've been stomping around your room for hours. You refuse to come out. From the movies and real life scenarios, you know that if you go out there, everyone's going to be furious. You'll be a chew toy for a good few weeks. So childish, ugh. How could you let yourself do that?
You hear loud, deep steps thumping down the hallway towards your location. You freeze in fear. There's more than one pair of steps. Oh god...they've come for you. You're gonna seriously get it now. You begin to cower onto your bed, fighting the panic. You'll just apologize, sob, and promise to never do it again. You just hope the punishment isn't...too painful...
The footfalls stop. Voices whisper incoherently, muffled, outside the door. Cautious, you begin to try and sense who's outside. With the imaginary trick Xavier taught you, you begin to pick up on some clues:
"...ikke ha gjort det i første omgang."
...Well, if it was Loki, you wouldn't be able to know what he's thinking. This must be Thor. Another
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